The Fixer Pt. 02

6: the full movie with your name and details scrolling along the bottom.

5: the full movie

4: the trailer

3: the movie, but with your face blurred and your name beeped.

2: the trailer with your face blurred and name beeped.

1: nothing.

"Alright, so how do I earn points?" Aimee asked, starting to enjoy herself as the plans were laid out in front of her.

"Take these." Badiha ordered, handing Aimee a large ink pad. "This cinema is going to start filling up in an hour, so you are to be back here in half an hour with as many handprints on your naked body as possible. No one person can give you more than one handprint. Each hand print will give you one dice roll."

Aimee thought for a moment, before stripping off her clothes right there and then, shooting Badiha her trademark cheeky lopsided grin as she casually tossed her clothes to one side and shivered at her sudden nudity.

"A strong strategy." Badiha acknowledged, "just bear in mind that if you get arrested or kidnapped, you won't be back here in half an hour's time, so you may not want to be too brazen because I will send out those videos if you flake on me."

Aimee gripped her thighs to calm her shaking hands before slowly plodding out of room, Badiha opted to sit back and have a moment to relax.

...

Badiha was keeping a close eye on her phone, she didn't want to totally ruin Aimee, but she also felt it was important to be a woman of her word, and her word was the worst video would be sent to everyone if Aimee wasn't back in a minute. The sound of the door opening and heavy breathing relaxed Badiha, as did the sight of Aimee with plenty of handprints on her naked body.

"Alright, who gave you those handprints?" Badiha asked.

"Well this first one on my left tit is from the security guard, he was very helpful in exchange for a quick blow job. He showed me which staff would be cool and which would call the police on me, so I got this one on my right tit from the guy at the concessions stand, this one on my left butt cheek from the cleaner, and this one on my right butt cheek from the guy who checks the tickets. Once I had those he told me about some homeless men who hang out by the vents out back to keep warm, that's where I got this one over my pussy, these two on my thighs, and this one on my face."

"Sounds like you had quite an adventure, so now you get 8 dice rolls." Badiha informed, "So which one do you want the first dice roll on?"

"I'm going to start with the Labour Party HQ, they could make my dad's life hell if they get dirt on him."

"Very well." Badiha replied, pressing some

buttons on her phone. "Done, who's next?"

"What did I roll?" Aimee asked.

"Oh I'm not going to tell you. If you knew it wouldn't be as exciting." Badiha explained with a sadistic grin. "So the video may have gotten better, or you may have just rolled a 6 and nothing changed. Doesn't it make it more exciting not knowing?"

"What a good idea." Aimee agreed, sitting down and beginning to play with her pussy. "You don't mind if I begin to play with myself?"

"Not at all, I understand that is the point of this whole endeavour." Badiha replied, "but keep telling me which dice to roll.

"Alright I have 7 left, if I do one on each then I can choose 3 to roll again on. So roll once for all of them, then roll twice on the Labour Party HQ, my friends, and the porn site."

"Alright, while I do that, tell me why."

"I figured they were the most likely to ruin my life, the Labour Party hate my dad and would love to take him down, I don't know which of my friends you were planning to send it to but there are some I know would turn on me given the chance, and the porn site would spread like wildfire."

"Nice to see you've been envisioning your downfall." Badiha acknowledged, performing the secret dice rolls on her phone and making the necessary arrangements. "Right, want to find out how you did?"

"Oh god yes!" Aimee exclaimed.

"Well then, first things first, put on this coat, I want you to be sat in the middle of your audience when you find out what movie is on. You will take it off when the house lights dim but for now I want people to be surprised." Badiha handed Aimee a large brown coat and she squirmed with anticipation as the movie theatre began to fill up.

By the time the house lights dimmed, the cinema was full, Badiha had actually been surprisingly honest with how she got the audience, she had posted on a message board that she was doing a social experiment, everyone could have free tickets to a movie that would either be an action movie or porn. She had embellished the academic side a little, claiming this was a randomised study by the University of Hull, but nonetheless nobody in attendance was going to be surprised.

"Last chance to say the safe word." Badiha whispered into Aimee's ear, her response was simply a coat being thrust into her lap.

The screen sprung to life and Aimee immediately noticed that there were no scrolling details at the bottom. It was the camera above her desk, currently showing an empty office. This was an establishing shot, not featured in the trailer, Aimee started pleasuring herself again, it was definitely the full movie.

Aimee walked onto the screen and began to strip down, but the angle of the CCTV camera made face blurring unnecessary, so Aimee had to sit in wonder about which version it was, until she saw her naked form climbing onto her desk, the camera angle changed and soon she was looking at her unblurred face.

"I am Aimee Dobson, and today I am the office's humiliation slut." Her onscreen persona yelled. Aimee moaned with mortified arousal as the audience began to watch her full degrading adventures onscreen. Badiha simply hoped that a daughter of a backbench MP would be obscure enough that nobody would really recognise her.

Just after Aimee had finished watching herself rub her pussy against her boss's mouse, pleasuring herself furiously as the audience gasped and laughed at her humiliation, Badiha leaned in to show Aimee her phone.

"There's a bit of a lull in the action here, so how about I show you what I'm doing with a couple other videos." Badiha brought up a porn site on her phone and clicked on the button to upload a video. Aimee squirmed with trepidation as Badiha hovered her thumb over the 5 different movies in her folder, before clicking on the one labelled '2:trailer-identity blurred'.

Even though her identity was being preserved, Aimee still worried this would expose her, what if someone who recognised her office, or her voice, somehow managed to click onto the video. Nevertheless she made a note of the video name so she could revisit later and use the view count to see how many people had watched her desecrated body get paraded around her office.

On the big screen Aimee had just left the toilets and was heading towards the meeting room as Badiha held out her phone, this time showing Aimee an email she had composed to the general mailbox of her father's political party. She clicked the option to attach a file and once again the various video options came up. She hesitated just long enough for Aimee to enjoy the suspense, before selecting '5:full video-no identity blurring'.

Aimee clamped her hand over her mouth to swallow her gasp, but her hand did not leave her pussy. As the video attached to the email, Badiha was happy that the Aimee on the cinema screen was loudly brainstorming horrible things to write on her body, drowning out the growls of humiliation from Aimee masturbating in the cinema seat as Badiha pressed send.

All of a sudden Aimee lunged out of her seat and pressed her face against Badiha's. Badiha was shocked but eventually deigned to open her mouth and let Aimee's wild passion overflow onto her. She still didn't understand the appeal of this exposure, of enjoying the act of humiliation and weakening of your power. This girl had been handed a golden ticket just by being born to the right father and now she was biting that hand.

Badiha realised that she had made a lot of assumptions about the people she was dealing with, but one that was most striking was that she assumed Aimee's father would stand by her, not disown a humiliation junkie who was threatening to bring him down with her. She started to wonder if she should have only pretended to send the email, maybe rigged the dice rolls to bring out a desirable outcome, or at least vetted the cinema audience to make sure nobody was going to cause trouble.

As Aimee finished her wild kiss, Badiha saw her cheeky smile turn rabid and had a familiar flush of anger. Aimee didn't care, her wellbeing, her safety, these had always been somebody else's problem and she got to sail through life thinking everything will be fine because everything has always worked out for her in the end. Badiha wanted nothing more than to ruin her, to teach her a lesson about how flimsy her safety net of assumptions was. The only thing stopping her was that she doubted a favour from Aimee or her father would be worth much after such an action.

"So that's how you want to do it then?" Badiha whispered to Aimee, satisfying her anger through the dominance she possessed at that moment. She shuffled her trousers and knickers down her legs, then pushed Aimee down so she would be kneeling beneath the cinema seats and between her legs.

Aimee immediately took to her task, burying her face between Badiha's thighs and not holding back. Fortuitously as she started to do so, the cinema speakers blurted out Aimee in her fictional meeting admitting "yes I do look stuck up don't I, like I need to be taken down a peg. I'm going to write 'stuck up bitch' right here." Aimee remembered writing 'stuck up bitch' on her torso and swum in the memory, the realisation that a room full of strangers was watching her do it, and the feeling of being tongue deep in her tormentor as all of this was occurring.

As Aimee was eating her out, Badiha had lost the ability to whisper in her ear as she would like, so instead she typed out the next message on her phone. It read:

'As for the Labour party. They will not be receiving any video. Fun fact, you rolled a 1 on the first dice roll so the second one was actually wasted.'

"Dumb? Yes I suppose I am a bit of a stupid bimbo, that's mainly because I'm usually only thinking with my cunt." Onscreen Aimee announced as she wrote 'only thinks with this' on her pubis with an arrow pointing at her pussy. Badiha was really starting to enjoy the power of having Aimee between her legs and arched her back into the sensations.

Badiha felt like she was losing herself to the pleasure of the moment and decided to regain her control by grabbing Aimee's hair and pulling her off her vagina so she could show her the last step on her phone.

Aimee hadn't realised that when she had stripped to go collect handprints, she had left her phone behind. Badiha had been spying on her long enough to know what the password to her phone was, and had used the time to set up a WhatsApp group with all her phone contacts and an anonymous phone in Badiha's possession. Aimee wordlessly watched as Badiha showed her the list of names in the WhatsApp group. Her eyes then went wide as Badiha pressed the attach button, once again bringing up the familiar list of videos.

She selected '3: full video-identity blurred'.

Aimee's mind was racing, sure her identity was blurred but there were others from her work in that group that would recognise her desk, there were former lovers who would certainly know what her body looked like. Yes the identity was blurred but this was the one that would still definitely ruin her.

"Elderflowers." Aimee gasped, taking Badiha by surprise. It was the first bit of self preservation she had seen from a woman she was helping in this way. She had half a mind to send it anyway to make a point but instead she removed the attachment and closed her phone. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She started blubbing to Badiha, who allowed herself to feel pity for a moment.

"Do you want to stop everything or was it just that message?"

"I know I said I wanted you to ruin my life, to expose me to everyone, but I can't do it." She sobbed.

"There, there. We don't have to go further than you want." Badiha explained, before having a flash of inspiration. "But I don't think you should be without consequence. Everyone in this audience already knows you're a slut. Hell they're currently watching you write 'cum guzzler' across your tits. How about I tell you that the price of not following through on that last email is that you have to walk the aisles offering the audience the same service you just gave me?"

Aimee gave a big sob, then after a moment that same lopsided cheeky grin crawled onto her face as she stood up and began quietly asking the men and women of the audience if they wanted to put her mouth to good use.

Badiha relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the movie, wishing she had bought some popcorn.

...

Aimee had not stopped offering her body to the audience even after the movie had finished and the house lights had been turned up so everyone could see her. It took some time but eventually everyone who wanted to take Aimee up on her offer had done so and she returned to Badiha sticky and smiling.

Badiha handed her her clothes and some wet wipes, helping her once again become a respectable member of high society, the kind who could offer a favour worthy of the trouble Badiha had just been through.

...

Badiha sighed as she went through her emails, she was still trying to establish some sort of standard in her own mind to vet the requests she was getting. She knew she was capable of putting together most of the things that were being requested, but she was only one woman and so had to nitpick lest her applicants think she had rudely ghosted them.

It was especially awkward when one client actually sent her money ahead of an expected task. Badiha had to admit, to herself and the client, that she wasn't interested in being a direct dominatrix, she was just there to make arrangements. She recommended a fetish club she had heard about that would be filled with individuals better catered to Erica's needs before returning the money.

She then opened up an email and addressed it to herself, but with the subject 'Message for Clementine'. It read 'don't suppose you want to help me vet these clients?'

Badiha then turned her attention to Emily Foster's request to turn ascendency to the role of managing director of a large firm into some kind of Slut Games™. Badiha was sure someone like Clementine would be fine holding onto the vile video they described and not even bat an eyelid at having made an enemy in the course of her duties. But Badiha was still trying to be a different kind of fixer to her and didn't want all that negativity swirling around her business.

She was half way through drafting an email to that effect when she got an email from Clementine, no subject line, body text simply read 'no.'

Badiha's continued spree of regretful declinations was interrupted by a phone call from a blocked number. Badiha had many parts of her job that she hated, but the constant need of people to block their numbers when getting in touch with her was certainly high on the list.

"Nobody else has to deal with scams just in case they're customers." She sighed to herself as she picked up her phone. "Hello."

"Hello, is this Badiha Singh?" A woman with a hint of an accent asked.

"Depends on who's asking." Badiha bluntly responded.

"So my name is Nicole, you might remember me from my email request..." She began.

"Sorry for the delayed response, I get a lot of emails and I promise I will give yours due consideration when I get to it." Badiha sighed, trying to fob off any attempts to follow-up emails to hurry her along.

"Oh that's not why I'm calling. My dad is Sir Harold Quinn, he's basically in charge of the Metropolitan Police. Some pretty important people complained directly to him about a drug dealer they had taken a disliking to, they gave him your name and address. I figured seeing as I was about to owe you a favour anyway, you'd want me to warn you that my dad is going to organise a raid on your house at some point, probably tomorrow."

"Who snitched?" Badiha asked, her voice calmly masking the intense anger and fear she was feeling.

"I didn't recognise them, but they had a judge picked out to give a speedy search warrant and even called in a favour to clear the desk of the QC they want prosecuting you. So they are connected and angry, that's for sure."

"Oh, well thanks for letting me know." Badiha replied. "I'll be in touch."

Badiha hung up the phone and swore loudly to herself. She had a day to clear the house of any hint of drugs and prepare herself for a raid, while trying to figure out who seemed to hate her so much. The only positive was that at least her next client had been chosen by circumstance.

...

"So you're telling me there are no drugs on the property?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid you got a bad tip."

"And the CCTV cameras you've set up inside your house, that's normal behaviour?"

"Well after someone broke in and stole my phone, laptop, and all data storage devices, I decided to beef up my security. It also has the benefit of catching any bad behaviour. So if, hypothetically, the police wanted to plant evidence they wouldn't be able to."

"This all seems very convenient."

"It would only be convenient if I were a criminal. But as I said, it looks like you got a bad tip."

...

Badiha spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to adapt the historical story Nicole wanted to live through. She wanted Nicole to go through the full emotions of her ancestor Merle, the feeling of triumph, the betrayal, the disgraceful turn in fortunes, but not have it strictly be a historical reenactment. Not only would it have raised suspicions if Badiha sent Nicole an invitation to join a Viking hellcat raid near Sheffield, but any historical inaccuracies would certainly be seized upon by a women who decided to summarise herself as 'fascinated by history' rather than 'history professor at UCL' as Badiha discovered in subsequent research.

Badiha instead updated the narrative, researched locations that would reconcile the modern world with the classical feel Nicole was after, and then started working behind the scenes to give Nicole a thorough thank you for the favour she had already done. She felt a bit resentful of being forced into this situation, as the plan would mean hiring outside help which she had been reluctant to do in the past, but she was assured the male sex workers she picked out were simultaneously the most understanding of the situation, talented at domination, descrete, and trustworthy.

But they would say that wouldn't they.

...

"How are you not freezing?" The research assistant quipped as he stepped off the plane, wrapping himself tighter in a jacket made to be trendy in and around Camden rather than fight off the cold winds of Inverness.

"Viking blood courses through my veins." Nicole replied walking across the runway tarmac and hoping the university had at least paid for a big enough rental car to comfortably hold the party of five that had been sent to verify a single historical artefact. "Besides it's not that cold, just fucking windy."

The supposed discovery was a Danish style Viking axe, whose presence this far into Inverness wasn't just a unique find, it also directly contradicted Nicole's central thesis in her doctoral research about Viking incursions into Scotland.

Nicole was sent to verify, along with a snotty research assistant who swore he was 20 but Nicole thought he looked 12, a graduate student that Nicole was supervising as she did her dissertation, an administrator who was there to collect receipts, and a chemist she knew who was a dab hand at identifying metals. She felt confident this group would be able to tear apart any claims that this artifact was authentic and that confidence got her through the cramped drive to a large loch where the representative from the University of the Highlands and Islands was waiting with a boat.